#albert angelo

[kb-reads]

merry christmas!!! currently reading ‘albert angelo’ by b. s. johnson for my course!! not too far into it but i’m really enjoying it!!

[theblackestofsuns]

Albert Angelo (1964)

B.S. Johnson

New Directions

[biblioklept]

Four novels by the sixties avant-garde novelist B.S. Johnson (Books acquired the first week of May, 2021)

Four novels by the sixties avant-garde novelist B.S. Johnson (Books acquired the first week of May, 2021)

I think the first time I heard of the British experimental novelist B.S. Johnson was some time around 2008 or so, when New Directions republished his “book in a box,” The Unfortunates (1969). I thought it sounded like a cool but maybe gimmicky idea at the time, and then Johnson dropped off my radar until more recently. I started to see his name pop up when I’d search out more information about…

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[whereissassy]

She thought him arrogant, and sensed that he felt himself superior to the rest of their year. She noticed his neat suits, and that he always wore white shirts with stiff collars and unpatterned ties. This formality in his dress was counterpointed by an intellectual eccentricity which at first she resented, then admired, and finally came almost to worship.

B.S. Johnson, Albert Angelo

[sketchythiings]

A page is an area on which I may place any signs I consider to communicate most nearly what I have to convey: therefore I employ, within the pocket of my publisher and the patience of my printer, typographical techniques behind the arbitrary and constricting limits of the conventional novel. To dismiss such techniques as gimmicks, or to refuse to take them seriously, is crassly to miss the point.

- Albert Angelo, B.S. Johnson

[literatureisboss]

They sit, large and awkward at the aluminium-framed tables and chairs, men and women, physically, whom you are for today trying to help to teach to take places in a society you do not believe in, in which their values already prevail rather than yours. Most will be wives and husbands, some will be whores and pounces: it’s all the same; any who think will be unhappy, all who don’t think will die

Albert Angelo - B.S. Johnson 

[alicemaudd]

"And always in a crowd like this I am searching faces, all the time I am looking for Jenny, consciously or unconsciously, market faces, in tubetrains, in the crowd on television over at my parents, I look down the cast lists, too, of programmes because she once said she might take up acting seriously, and she could have done.

Stupid, this looking, stupid, this preoccupation with her and anything connected with her, or even things I arbitrarily connect with her, stupid, yes, but that’s no answer, that’s not the point, that’s not removing the why, any of the whys. Why do I feel as I do in spite of agreeing it’s stupid, why did I ever make such an issue about being an architect, about my career, vocation, that she must have resented taking second place to it? That must have helped to ruin it, to destroy it, our love, and she must have wondered why if I was so keen I just didn’t go and do it. But it’s not like that at all, not as easy as that, at all, it’s…stop thinking."

[cathodenarcissus-blog]

Someone lived upstairs, above Albert. Albert did not know who lived upstairs, above him. This was enough for Albert, to know that someone lived upstairs but not to know who it was who lived upstairs. For many it would not have been enough. They would have been out at many times, on many occasions, contriving coincidences in the hall and in the passageways and other common places, in their first week at Percy Circus. But not Albert. He heard the toings and the comings and the froings, but did not worry himself with identities. It was enough, for Albert, to know that someone lived upstairs.

B.S. Johnson, 'Albert Angelo', 1964.